today upon an endless trail
that seems endless going straightly on
though there are traps hidden upon
into which I stumble every one
and nights do fall with fearful dread
of dreams that tear it into shreds
visions of that which I do fear
and that which I cannot understand
awaken I in deep of night
fearing that which I cannot recall
shadows flowing whispering words
of things known within the night
light of day brings nothing new
and all colors muted gray
and before me nothing lies
in the dawning of morning light
just continuing going on
footsteps endlessly as before
no other paths on which to turn
allowing me from this one to flee
I do long of other lands
and of castles that might be
that somehow tomorrow might
be a place that I might find
flights of fancy I do have
and dreams of what yet might be
that somehow I might find
upon a tomorrow that never is
When we dream of tomorrow, we "do long for other lands", which is human nature.Which saw the species of sapiens born in Africa spread across the globe. Yet, "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
2) Yet, " a tomorrow that never is" is a dread, a scary dream, a nightmare that they would have confronted every day….. Good poem.5*